DEATH

I just found out that a 22 year old acquaintance of mine died on Saturday. Death is not easier and I’ve had to think about it too often in the last two weeks. I hate it.

 

Someone thinks I complain too much about my life based on what I write here. That person doesn’t seem to understand that this is where I heal my hurts, where I voice my pains and then move on. It hurts when people die. Even those you didn’t know all that well. Every death leaves a mark on you that never ever really goes away.

 

I’ll always remember Mark. His death shook the foundations that my world was precariously balanced on. His death still affects me today.

 

The death of my father also still affects me in ways that I never would have thought. I hate the pain that death bring. The stains that it leaves on your soul. I understand that it is a part of life but I hate the sadness and complete darkness and despair that surrounds it.